The Ruins Of Beverast Enchanted By Gravemould I 1. The Desert Lair Surreal colour plans draw the horizon So parched and silent One step beyond the borders drained them of life Requiems for burnt sheep Deadened, yet sustaining Float in a searing vacuum Why could we not mourn? Why kept we silent? Devout in the hour after death When sorrow left for eternal salvation There was no hope to survive the drought In the shimmering feast of mankind's boiling bowels Why could we not mourn? All souls from the sand to the clouds, From our lair to the mountains Kept vigil in mankind's darkest hour Why kept we silent When all human dreams drowned in the desert sands? 2. The Moselle Enigma When descending to the medieval vilage He was like the moon That casts on the alleys a sinister gloom A floating appearance - the redeemer is limping Through magnificent aura bad faith is sinking So' let the fane be raised within one Saturnine night! Blasphemy! The blessed cremation of the heading believer Lets reek ascend above moonlit roofs and alleys And so benumbing is the stroke of the village knell Call forth his wrath! Perpetual fear Of the ruined arches Of the giant knell Of Him. Ite, missa, est. 3. Hours of the Aequinox ...Into heat ascending... I collide with facades of stained white: A garden of arctic flora... lucid and surreal A newborn canvas... what work of the sun! As kissed to to life, soon horribly afflicted And me... alive, yet scarred and disgusted ...Into numbness descending... I freeze between shadows of purest gray: A graveyard of ancient megaliths... dimly and surreal A yellowed canvas... what atrocity of the dark! As deprived of life, now spiritually admired And me... anxious and scared, yet somehow alive. 4. Enigma of the Absolute (Dead Can Dance cover) Saloman hung down her head, laid bare her heart For the world to see, she craved for intimacy Through darkened doors her aspect veiled with indecision Gazed out to sea, she craved lucidity Cast adrift from past relationships in her life Hoisted up the ideal, this was her saving grace Sea's of rage that once assailed her concern for the truth Had passed her by and left her high and dry In her saviour's arms... (x4) Across the sea lies the fountain of renewal Where you will see the whole cause of your lonliness Can be measured in dreams that transcend all these lies And I wish and I pray that there may come a day For a saviour's arms... (x4) 5. To Have and to Hold (Depeche Mode cover) I need to be cleansed It's time to make amends For all of the fun The damage is done And I feel diseased I'm down on my knees And I need forgiveness Someone to bear witness To the goodness within Beneath the sin Although I may flirt With all kinds of dirt To the point of disease Now I want release From all this decay Take it away And somewhere There's someone who cares With a heart of gold To have and to hold 6. Symphonaire Infernus et Spera Empyrium (My Dying Bride cover) The destroying genius of idols Will shroud the world with utter lies Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis Portraits have spoken their masters distress Icons with kisses, tell me who have seen this Failing Enochian tapestries Depict the prince of fallen virtues In almost poetic rhapsody Masterbate to the sound of the knell The Patchetic stench of dying children Perhaps our fall is certain Limbs entwined in absolute contoursion Please put off your veil Your heart is blameless And I shudder for knowing it A hot May makes a fat churchyard And Lychfowel breed in chaotic frenzy Her cry was the saddest of all earth's sounds Trauma bites hard the hearts of Kin Swept away by a moments sadness They say rage is a brief madness By way of the beloved's farewell Give back to nature what we first did take And monuments would slowly fill The agendas' of Kings and Queens In silence our faces bleed The holy voice torn away by the gale Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you Love is a game where both players cheat Gone is the tale of Hero and Leander Women are angels yet wedlock's the devil To have and to hold but death no longer parts Harlots and sluts, whores of our world Expose their stinking vaginas' Many who have no will of their own Hold their souls towards the sinister bloom Are you rich oh lord of vanity As you peddle your wears of cruelty Dressed up so you look the part So blind, it's ignorance you wear Quite brutal beyond belief Sores that weep their septic tears Dragged out through war torn lifetimes And death shall feast on us all The mills of God grind slowly The adorable light of that which is most divine The fascination of her shape With mansions of awe and splendour Elegant in simplicity So at last your faith rewards you Through fields enriched with pastel shade And fragrant lavenders soft to smell You laugh and drink wine of no great age Nature does scent the farthest shores Face to face your angelic host All hopes in you imperishably kept Is God your wish and all your dreams If your body is frail then yes by all means Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you